The weird game of the ancient gods

On the wall in the distance, looking at the disappearing figure of the black panther, the young man's face showed a trace of curiosity and worry.

Night gradually enveloped the island, and the outside of the village wall soon turned into darkness. Torches were lit, and one was placed at regular intervals. These torches made of animal fat can burn for a long time, and the fire can Humans feel safe, but it can bring fear to wild animals and prevent them from approaching.

On this dangerous volcanic island, even with the protection of the wall, the hunters of the tribe still did not dare to be careless.

But deep down in their hearts, the hunters did not think that wild beasts would attack the tribe. very

The tribe is powerful, and animals with a little bit of intelligence dare not intrude, otherwise spears, bows and arrows can teach them how to behave.

And those beasts with insufficient intelligence now have their heads hanging on the totem pole.

The reason why people are sent to keep vigil every night is just a matter of habit. The hunters even hope that wild animals will come and die, so that this difficult night will not be too boring.

Luo Xinsi hurriedly walked down the village wall and walked towards the chief's tent. He looked worried. He was worried not about the wild beasts, but about the storm that was getting closer to the village. This storm was completely different from the tropical storms that brought violent winds and heavy rain in the past. It is different, showing a quiet and indifferent quality. Most of the time, the storm is not violent, and there is even a very quiet feeling.

However, whenever the storm began to approach, it would leave only a dead silence covered with frost. He had never seen such a scene. The light gray clouds and mist-like wind and snow brought a strange force called cold. This power made him feel deeply afraid, so he had to turn to the wisest elders in the tribe for help.

"Grandma, are you asleep?" Luo asked cautiously when he came to the tent.

"Come in," an old voice said immediately.

Luo walked in. Grease was burning in the brazier of the tent, emitting warm firelight and a faint scent of oil. On a large piece of animal skin blanket, an old woman who was over seventy years old was lying.

Her skin is wrinkled, and her snow-white hair is braided into two big braids. No one knows how long the old grandmother has lived. For tribal people whose average life expectancy is only thirty or forty years old, such an old man is a very magical thing. There is even a hint of mystery in it.

The old grandmother's wisdom has guided the tribe for decades. Sometimes Luo has a feeling that the old grandmother will never die. Even if the tribe disappears, she will always exist.

However, this is just an illusion after all. The old grandmother is already very old, and her health has been getting worse recently. Most of the time, she can only curl up in the tent, with no sense of existence. However, when the crisis comes, Luo is the first to It was still the grandmother who wanted help.

"Grandma, I'm Luo."

"I know that your footsteps are always so light. It reminds me of when I was a child. At that time, I was the best hunter in the tribe. I saw fear in your eyes. This is not like you. Tell me Luo, what happened outside?"

"The storm is approaching again. Many wild beasts fled in panic and fell into the trap outside the village. The hunters were cheering. Did you hear it?"

The old grandmother nodded and murmured to herself, "This scene has not happened for a long time. Not long after the tribe was established, the hunters of the tribe have killed all the nearby beasts and have to go far to get new prey."

Luo was no stranger to such sights. As long as he could remember, the open space around the tribe had been a restricted area for animals. This was the first time he saw a group of wild beasts intruding.

"They say this is a gift from God, but I only have worries in my heart. Those beasts are so afraid that they would rather fall into our trap than escape the storm. I'm afraid that soon we will end up with the same fate, and I also Saw it..."

"What do you see?"

"I saw a strange animal, a big black cat. It reminded me of the stories you told us when I was a kid."

There was a look of reminiscence on the old grandmother's face, as if she was telling a legend, or muttering to herself, "It is said that when the end comes, spiritual beasts will be born on this island. What you see is exactly like that." A sign of the sun."

end! Luo was startled. Although he had a premonition, he never thought it would be such a terrible answer.

The old grandmother continued to tell, "A long time ago, aliens ruled this island. They treated us cruelly, tortured us, and used unimaginable horrific methods. Until one day, the gods gave us the green fruit. Our ancestors ate the fruit and gained great strength. They rose up and killed the aliens who enslaved us.

The king of the aliens cast a curse before he died. He said that one day, the end would be approaching, and the hoarfrost would swallow everything, and no one would be spared.

So our ancestors prayed to the gods for help, and the gods left us a prophecy.

He said: 'When the white storm comes, all things will eventually disappear. Those who survive in the end will usher in the next century. Spirit beasts will be born into the world, bringing wisdom and mantras. The answer to the end of the apocalypse is waiting for heroes to discover. ’

The pure black big cat you saw is most likely the 'spiritual beast'.

"Is there any connection between the spiritual beast and the king beast?" Luo asked. He had heard rumors about the king beast. In the lake near the tribe, there lived a crocodile as big as a boat.

On the high mountains in the east lives a giant eagle. It is said that when it spreads its wings, it can block the brilliance of the sun.

In the giant tree in the north, there is a monkey as big as a mountain. It and its offspring are wreaking havoc around the giant tree. Even the most experienced hunters dare not approach easily.

It is said that in the cracks in the ground in the south, there are terrifying creatures that have never been seen before. Their images are so ugly that they cannot be described in words. They devour all animals, and no hunter has ever come back from there alive.

"No, king beasts have nothing to do with spirit beasts. They just live too long and grow too big. They are still stupid beasts in essence. They are not special existences. Spirit beasts are completely different. It is said that their Their bodies are like wild beasts, but they possess intelligent souls. Their appearance is ever-changing and they will produce all kinds of strange phenomena, just like mutated creatures. But not only are they different in appearance, they may even be strange beasts you have never seen before."

The old grandmother said and took out a tapestry. It was a huge bear skin, which was beyond imagination. It probably once belonged to a king beast. It was painted with dozens of lifelike sap of different plants and different colors. Luo recognized some of the animals' shapes, and there were also many weird animals that he couldn't even name.

Among them was the black panther, as dark as the deepest night.

"The images painted on it are all the images of spiritual beasts. You must leave the village and find those spiritual beasts. They know the truth about this doomsday and will give you guidance. But be careful, the spiritual beasts are greedy and bloodthirsty. Monsters, as long as you show a little fear or weakness, they will eat your flesh and drink your blood.

They will also deceive you and use you. You must know how to distinguish between truth and lies. They may help you, but they are not out of goodwill and selflessness. Go to Luo, find those spiritual beasts, and be the final survivor. "

Thanks to book friends [Farewell Goose] and [sense8] for the 10,000 starting coins.